It had been 2 days since Caleb had chased me down the hallways which meant that a week tomorrow there would be a full moon and I would potentially turn into a wolf. I was still a little dubious that was actually going to happen, every time I thought about it my stomach churned and my anxiety levels reached a new high. I was really mentally under prepared for it all, most other wolves knew from birth and would have at least 13 years to prepare as a minimum. I’d had about two weeks.
The closer it got to the date the more invigorated I felt. I was buzzing with energy, like an over charged battery, ready to explode and I was finding it more difficult to regulate my mood swings. I was filled with euphoric elation one moment and moody the next, it was like an amplified version of PMT. Even Cale
